it is the wind
that howls and sings
my mind is burning
while temper swings
the mood is wild
in fever dreams
no light too dark
as daylight seems
in winter fog
the midnight owl
comes after me
with deadpan scowl
it reaches out
with fingers cold
in nights like these
no souls are sold
instead we freeze
and travel up
with every step
and every snub
what hinders most
in darker days
is knowing that
it’s just a phase
and so we see
another star
will spiral down
won’t make it far.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2024